Thursday, July 08, 2010

Anda, dale... como amigos


Like a friend (Pulp)

Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again


Every time I get no further
How long has it been?

Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams

You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh


I've done this before
And I will do it again

Come on and kill me baby while you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again


You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk

You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week

You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

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